sigh

I began the "BAC" in 1963 and had a background designing geodesic models for Fuller at Geodesics in 1962. I had left Tufts Eng. I st year. I graduated Rindge Technical 1961 and finished 17th in Northeastern drawing comprehension examination. BAC drove people crazy. I insisted in my presentations doing in metric. I spent time working at many companies doing proposals for anechoic chambers et.al,. I had better jobs than Architectural Graduates and as my boss said after we had worked together on multimillion dollar projects such as Deep Space Tracking Centers. I took exam to get Mass. Construction Supervisor in 1986. I could of got it without taking exam but wanted the test experience. Life is luck. You have to be subservient. My grandfather from Donegal Ireland built 11 homes in Cambridge in 1900 to 1929. All have been stolen by the banks.

holy shit, what?

It's surprisingly not that incoherent if you're from Boston.  Translation:  Rindge was his high school - it's an arts and technical focused high school.  His father was in residential construction - skilled but financially troubled. After high school he went to Tufts for engineering but left after a year. He went to BAC, didn't enjoy it - one could extrapolate that this is because he considered himself to have a stronger background in construction, drafting, and engineering than the average college student, and is/was something of a know-it-all personality - and he did all his projects in metric because he'd learned it from his past work and studies and wanted to establish his differentness and/or just be deliberately annoying.  He didn't graduate.  He went to work in telecommunications, in jobs that he considered superior to those that newly-minted architects might be expected to get, but nonetheless beneath him - but he stooped to subservience to pay his dues and climb the work world ladder, eventually becoming a construction supervisor. 

Not sure that gives the OP a lot to go on re the BAC, unless the OP also coincidentally grew up in the greater Boston area, with a contractor dad, in the 1950s - but you never know...